Party Banter Cullen Romance
It bugged me that there was no party banter if you were in a romance with Cullen, so I decided to make my own!
Blackwall: I ran into Cullen on the way into the main hall. Man looked exhausted but was smiling harder than a sheep knee deep in good elfroot.
Inquisitor: Why are you telling me?
Blackwall: Best to be careful with your toys, Inquisitor. You donât want to break him.
Sera: *Snorts* Or youâll have to take him to the blacksmith. Ya know. To fix his broken sword.
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Cole: âWhat comes next?â Words of hope, breaths of fear. Every hope, every wish, every future hanging upon the next. A calming smile to clear the air.
Cole: He did need to ask. Glass glitters in gaps, smirk rising. With both hands, duty shoved away allowing a chance to breathe together. How long was this dreamed of? A life?
Inquisitor: Cole? Could you not read the Commanderâs mind, please?
Cole: I wasnât reading his.
Cole: Heâs happy youâre happy.
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Cassandra: Now is not the time, dwarf.
Varric: Seeker, I am a businessman which has gifted me a preternatural ability to know when someoneâs either gonna pay their debts or skip town.
Varric: So I expect the two silvers in my palm before we next make camp.
Cassandra: *disgusted noise* Fine! Here!
Cassandra: When I met the man in Kirkwall I never would have imagined him capable of such feats upon furniture.
Varric: Curly has a habit of surprising people.
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Solas: Where did we leave off? Ah yes, your knight took my mage.
Iron Bull: *snorts* No kidding.
Iron Bull: Heard there was banging for near on an hour. Some of the boys were worried they were gonna have to excavate both of âem, and the desk when the floorâd give through.
Iron Bull: Lucky for her, Skyholdâs built like an ox.
Solas: Could we return to the game instead of idle gossip?
Iron Bull: Seeing how both have been grinning like mertam cats in the sun, ainât nothing idle about âem. Fine, fine. Tamassran to C5.
Iron Bull: This is why people like Sera more.
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Vivienne: Lord Dorian, were you injured in the last fight? You appear to be limping.
Dorian: It is a trifle, blasted foot fell asleep upon me.
Vivienne: I see. So it is not due to you scuffling with Count Chavon in an unsavory bar brawl?
Dorian: Come now. Iâd never waste my time expounding such energies in barbarism when there was drinking to be done.
Vivienne: Then it was another manâs imperium seal embedded into the dear countâs jawline?
Dorian: Ah yes, I remember the chap now. Dreadful plumage stuffed inside a chartreuse doublet. He deserved far worse for such crimes upon the senses.
Vivienne: Most curious as I heard the man was raving about our Inquisitorâs taste in bed partners, with copious references to turnip-implied genitalia. The scuttle-butt is you took it upon yourself to defend her.
Dorian: What? ThatâsâŚthatâs nonsense. Why would I ever risk my neck for such specious rumors? His shoes were white leather, with crimson stockings to his knees.
Dorian: I deserve a medal for taking out such an atrocity.
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Inquisitor: *sighs* What is it?
Sera: I keep wonderinâ how it is you donât swallow fur.
Sera: Wads of it sprouting on both his shoulders and the back. Have to keep your lips shut or youâll drown in hair. Lessen you prefer to be flipped around with your bum in the sky. Suppose thatâd work.
Inquisitor: Do you think� His coat comes off!
Sera: *snorts* You expect me to believe our jackboot, prowling lion Commander donât come with his own mane? I ainât that gullible, dear Inquisitor.
Sera: Bet he likes having it pulled too.
For any Ser Barris fans, Iâm also writing some scenes as if he was romanceable in game.